WE KNOW THOSE OUTSIDER TYPES [ open + meet and greet ]

[ DRAGONPAW ] · Jul 30th 2016

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He had to calm down. Not only was freaking out going to get him killed by the exiles assuming him as a spy, which he wasn't, the anxiety was going to eat him alive. Dragonblight had realized early on that this place was not the clan he once had belonged too, it was rugged. Turn to your left, there was cannibalism, your right, a murder in cold blood. He was terrified. Not only was he young and inexperienced in a world like this, everything was so... vulgur. And it scared him because, for some reason, he almost liked it. People didn't bullshit here. If they didn't like you, they'd tell you, or analyze you, like he himself had done so many times prior. Maybe if he could just calm down, act like he wasn't as scared shitless as he actually was, he could make this a home
He had to. Even if it meant changing himself to live amongst savages simply to keep himself alive.

The cougar had bested most of the territory to lounge on a small rock formation, his flaming paws draped over the side in a leisurely fashion. It wasn't like he had much to offer, but he'd try this out anyways. Laying out were some bright neon bandanas, because what villain didn't like fluorescent colors?

"Hey, I don't know if anyone gives a * or not but I'm gonna have a meet and greet over here.. and I have some bandanas, you know, if you want one." The ex Scarclanner yawned, flexing his cream colored toes. "The name's Dragonblight by the way. I used to be from Scarclan but they don't take too kindly to accidentally killing the leader.. their loss."
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Elephant Graveyard · Jul 30th 2016

[justify]//temping Angel for Reed <3

MIGRAINE:

Oh? This guy had accidently killed their leader? Heh, sounded like fun to them honestly, although they already knew they wouldn't kill Rick, they would get a worse than death punishment. Migraine would come a telepathic, distorted voice as the strange feline arrived, their two sets of purple eyes blinking as they curiously watched the other.

ANGEL:

Following in pursuit came Angel, however unlike Migraine, they felt they should at least say something other than just their name. I'm Angel! Nice to meet you! the canine would greet happily, her amber gaze blinking as she smiled happily.

batcavepaw · Jul 30th 2016

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Bat had took note of the meet and greet, and promptly attempted to teleport over. In their efforts they managed to, once again, fall flat on their face in the process.
Darn it.
They scrambled to their feet, large pink visionaries shining with embarrassment. "Uh - Batcavepaw." They said with a weak smile.
"Bandanas, huh?" They decided to brush off the incident with a direction of the conversation. Simple and easy... Hopefully.
They took beside their best friend, Angel, and hoped they wouldn't get judged [i]too [/i]badly.
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Elephant Graveyard · Jul 30th 2016

[justify]//temping Angel for Reed <3

MIGRAINE:

ANGEL:

You okay, Bat? was the question that the sentry asked as they turned towards the canine, a fictional brow quirking in concern. She had heard that as of late, the other was falling onto their face loads, thinking that teleportation was a good idea. But, she supposed they just wanted to practice, and she didn't want to seem like a debby downer so she didn't bring up the idea of the other perhaps slowing down a bit.

RICK GRIMES · Jul 30th 2016

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 420px;]A leader killer. His eyes were watching this cougar, watching him close and watching him careful. Sparrow, or Big Bird, had stated that she didn't trust the guy and neither did he. Then again it was like that with every stranger Rick encountered, he never trusted them. Until he got to knew them and they did something helpful, trust worthy. But he hadn't. All he'd done was give some good information and also, he'd proclaimed that he'd killed Dodger. The cyborg stood towards the back, his gaze cold. He could tell that the cougar was nervous. Everyone was their first times in the Exiles, that or they were extremely suspicious. But some hid it well. "You know my name." It was true for he'd already given it.

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???????t ??? · Jul 30th 2016

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? silentkit · Jul 30th 2016

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height:14px][justify][font=arial]sil was there, regarding bat with a look of amusement and disgust. she actually fell, flat on her face. wow, graceful much? but it also made him want to laugh, and that was why he liked bat. turning his attention back to dragonpaw, a little interested in the fact that he might've killed the leader of scarclan. okay, maybe accidentally, but it was still killing their leader. raising a paw, he'd wave at the older male, offering a small nod in greeting. hopefully someone else introduced him, or there was going to be trouble.

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mixxy. · Jul 30th 2016

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; color:#;]Endless bounced over, waving at the male. "I think we've met before, but if you have forgotten, I am Endless!" the black feline would purr. He was the one who told of Dodger being slain, correct? And she had also learnt who Dodger was. Well, she hoped she didn't have to deal with the grumpy ScarClanners if this guy killed their precious leader. That would be scary.

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twinruins · Jul 30th 2016

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px; font: arial;]Killing a leader, huh? That's something you don't hear about every day. But you guess it doesn't affect you too much; it isn't like you ever knew this the leader of Scarclan, whoever they'd been. "Twinruins... eh, I'll use my last name. Why the hell not. Twinruins Captor." Rarely do you use your surname in introducing yourself, to the point where you doubt anyone here really knew it before now. It just never seemed important. After all, it isn't like anyone living carries the name. Not that you know of.
"Might I ask why you killed your leader?" is the first question you shoot the one named Dragonblight; on top of that, you move to snatch one of the bandanas from the little pile nearby, one of a bright red, and take the action even further by tying it around your neck. Not bad. You might actually start wearing this.

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AILE · Jul 30th 2016

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[b][i][font=georgia]I BUILT THEM ALL, AND CANNOT BE FORGIVEN[/fancypost]

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Aile decided to remain silent, and if she was forced to repeat her name after introducing herself once she'd been displeased. Her name wasn't difficult to remember, especially since she didn't care to list all four of her surnames as well as her first name. She hung near the back of the crowd and listened in, her gaze flickering from individual to individual as they spoke. She didn't understand how anyone found the enthusiasm, and frankly she didn't care to understand the sociable nature of some.
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info — updated 06/20

IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ sweettooth
★ haphephobia, claustrophobia, hypnophobia and anthophobia
★ very well-read
★ collects poisons
★ favorite color is mint-green
★ loves crime-drama
★ stays up for most of the night

PHYSICAL:
★ DOMESTIC FELINE [birth/main] | health: 96%
— her form is adorned by clear white fur, markless and thick while also being smoothed down. she has dark pink eyes that appear reddish due to their shade, being ovaloid and generally calm-looking. her most treasured features are raven-like wings with black feathers, which she can light on fire, creating blue flames from her feathers. she is smaller than average and slender-looking, but her form is hardened with muscle, making her heavier than one would expect. she has a notably long tail stretching from her form.
— [i]major injuries: n/a
— [i]minor injuries: several small bruises and cuts

★ COYOTE | health: 100%
— her form varies drastically from her main one, decorated by a pelt of raven-black and dark silver that is smooth and thick, with most of her pelt being black. she has small close-set, pale blue eyes wuth a distinct almond shape to them. she retains her lengthy tail, but her build is more average in size.
— [i]major injuries: n/a
— [i]minor injuries: n/a

PERSONALITY:
— organized. disciplined. practical. dutiful loyal. calm. composed. intelligent. logical. sensible. perceptive. thinker. strategic.
— factual. serious. quiet. survivor. introverted. blunt. action-orientated. follower.
— humorless. unfriendly. apathetic. ruthless. spiteful. uncaring. self-centered. moody. anti-social. judgmental. cruel. pessimistic. reserved. envious. unloving. malicious.
— aile is very unenthusiastic about interacting others, and acts very antisocially around others, only saying what seems necessary. when she interacts with others, she tends to be very dislikeable, which can be credited to her being a very bitter and envious individual who judges others very harshly. she is likely to be standing at the side, observing and taking mental notes as well as forming opinions on others without interacting with them. she is very uninterested in getting alone with her clanmates, and anyone outside of the exiles counts as an enemy in her mind. she is very quick to attack trespassers, and seems to lack any mercy or forgiveness towards others, resorting to violence in most situations. she is very selfish and focused on preserving her life.

INTERACTION:
★ she isn't interested in friends and doesn't have any.
★ very hard physically | very hard mentally | very well-trained
★ starts fights and ends fight, but will flee if she can't win. scarcely resorts to reasoning.
★ Attack in #f78083
★ Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.

Bayonetta · Jul 30th 2016

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Bayo came about in her smol bean of a kit body, pelt fluffy and black as if coal and a blow dryer were thrown her way for pampering. She knew Dragon, he knew her, she didn't bother all that much with the affair.

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[ DRAGONPAW ] · Jul 30th 2016

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He committed each to memory, thoughtfully. The pile had begun to deplete and before he could let anyone take one of the last bandanas, the beast reached down and snatched a blue one on his claws, bringing it up to where he could hold it under his elbow. These hadn't been conjured, after all, and finding them had been damn difficult; of course he wanted one for himself. Carefully, he nodded to Rick Grimes who, honestly, was the only one he'd been truly worried about in the first place to come up and rip his head off. A man with his kind of power could do anything, and that alone caused Dragonblight's flame riddled tail to twitch.

A few more familiar faces padded up. He didn't recognize Bayonetta in the new form, but the smell was similar and he simply assumed. A small female in the back seemed to keep to herself, and she reminded him of someone.. a Colouredclanner but he couldn't put a name to the face. All seemed to go fine until he was questioned. With a pained huff his ears hit his skull, an impact that was much more powerful in his mind than in physical reality.

"It's nice to meet all you guys too, thanks for having me. I didn't mean to kill him, I had a panic attack and boom! He exploded!" The cougar exaggerated with spreading paws, his grimace turning into a small genuine snicker. Depite his proud words, the way no one could tell his emotions inside, the vibrations held that pain within, pain that reverberated deep into the flesh of the scars along his eye
He'd get Twistedhalo back for that one.
. "No, actually, I ripped out his fucking throat because I could. He had the damn balls to forgive me like some kind of mesiah, even giving me a higher position in the clan after coming back as a spirit before he dissapeared. Scarclan needed a tough leader and that was not what Dodger was. I say good riddance. I'don't rather be here where I can use my strength for something other than stopping bratry arguments between stupid clan xats."
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twilightzone · Jul 31st 2016

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